Pressman

Testo dei Primus

By the light of the lamp I sit to type
my notes on tab at my side&period;
I don't see the sun much these days&comma;
a fluorescent tan covers my hide&period;
How much impact shall I have this time&quest;
My goal today is to reach the deadline&period;
I write between the lines&period; I deal with fantasy&period;
I report the facts&period; Give them to me&comma; please&period;
Ham and egg salad on white bread&period;&period;&period;
keeps me company on nights like this&period;
A pack of mentholated cigarettes&period;&period;&period;&period;
keeps my air nice and thick&period;
When I write&comma; words flow like coins from a candy box&period;
Get out of my way&period; I've got something to say&excl;
The pulse is beating louder now&period;
The cramps in my hands grow more intense
with each tik&comma; tik&comma; tap&comma; tap&comma; tap&comma; tap&comma; tap on the keys&period;
My social life is at an end so it seems to be&period;
Why don't I trample on your lawn today&quest;
I'll take skies of blue&comma; turn over old skies of grey&period;
I write between the lines&period; I deal with fantasy&period;
I am the pressman&period; Acknowledge me&excl;
Mother always told me never stray too far from home&period;
The little lady said&comma;
"Boy&comma; you'll never have to be alone&comma; because&period;&period;&period;"
You build with fountain pen&period;
You create the memory stain
You are the pressman&period;
Stand up straight&comma; boy&period;